This last story concerns a certain Luke Reagan. It takes place when I’m 15, and bringing Luke home to meet my family. Lucinda here is 13.
The second he stepped in the I could see Lucy’s cheeks get red. I already knew what was coming. He grinned at her and stuck out his hand.
“Hey, I’m Luke. Have I seen you somewhere before?”
She smiled demurely back and took his hand. Lucy had always been gorgeous, a svelte brunette that I would fully admit was prettier than I.
“I’m Lucy. You’ve probably seen me around with my friends.” He nods at this, staring at her. I frown. This is not how I envisioned my day going.
Thankfully, my parents came in to save the day.
“Hi, Luke! We’ve heard SO much about you! Do you like split-pea soup?” I rolled my eyes. Typical embarrassing parent behavior.
Throughout dinner, Luke and Lucy couldn’t keep their eyes off of each other. I was getting increasingly jealous.
Finally, after we were all fed, I had to shove him out the door from where he was talking to Lucy.
“C’mon Luke, it’s Lucy’s bedtime. I mean she’s only thirteen, and she can’t keep care of herself.” Luke made a face.
“You’re underestimating her, Laura. She’s pretty cool.”
“Yeah, bye.” I said, and closed the door.
He’d sometimes meet up with her, just her, and I’d find myself feeling jealous. I’d calm myself down, but it was all I could do to not confront him about it.
Maybe they were dating all that time and I didn’t know.
Until next time, this is Lollipop, signing off.
Let’s hope that it didn’t go on for that long! That endangers so much of you and your sister trust for each other……
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Awe, Poor you. He never should have chosen another
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I need you to hear my side of the story. This is biased.
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Then guest post, hunny.
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